Scheduled maintenance

Going to disappear for a bit (I know I know...how would it be any different from the vast stretches of time when I just don't blog? It's not. Deal).

So yeah, I've got some stuff happening in the next few days:
I have my written motorcycle AND class C drivers tests tomorrow afternoon (when one just renews one's existing class C license, one doesn't have to retake the written, but when one adds a motorcycle license, one then has to take both the written motorcycle test AND the written test for the license they're renewing. Two tests. Two. WTF?). Also, I take a vision test and get to hand them the little card that says "I've had LASIK, bitches!!" And, I get to finally take a new picture! Cuz kidz, I just don't look a damned bit like THIS anymore:


Then, after the test, I plan to go to B&N and stock up on my (guilty pleasure alert) beloved Euro-trash fashion mags, as I'll need something mindless to read due to the fact that I'm...

...having a spot of surgery on Thursday. A titty touch-up, you might say (one of these boobs is not like the other, one of these boobs just doesn't belong). Things aren't exactly as they should be and my lovely doc is going to put them right. She's lovely that way. Anyway, I'll hopefully be heavily blissed out on whatever lovely narcotic loveliness she decides to lay on me. At least she better bliss me out, cuz apparently I'm going to be awake for the whole thing. Numb, but awake. Lovely.

Friday, Lucy-furr may be coming over to watch me go owie-ow on my boobage and drool on myself. She's a party-bitch, that grrl. Any excuse to giggle at the infirm and steal their meds. Lousy whore. ;)

Then it's the weekend. That means more mending and enjoying the sensation of the blood pooling in my ass. Toaster strudel, latte's and old movies. Did I mention narcotics? Hellz yeah. Assuming I pass the stupid motorcycle written test, I'll probably take la machina out to the DMV motorcycle test course to practice for the driving test. I've heard it's virtually unpassable without practice.

Still waiting to hear about whether Julia's been accepted into South Bay Prep. I'm beginning to think that no news is bad news. We may be homeschooling forever.

Fuck.

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UPDATE - Friday, Feb. 6, 10:30am:

Julia's been accepted! Fingers crossed now that the school opens on time in September!

Also, my class C written test was waived and I passed my motorcycle written test. Um...it took 2 tries though. 4 incorrect answers was failing and on the first test I got 5 wrong. So I took it again on the spot (different version of the test, of course). Second time, I only got one wrong so I passed. The way I look at it is that between the two tests I got 6 wrong, so that's 3 wrong each and therefore 2 passing tests! Sucks it doesn't work that way, huh? :p

Oh yeah, and the surgery went fine as well. I'm sitting propped up in bed bandaged and full of vicodin and antibiotics (which will surely give me a yeast infection, but I complained about that and they gave me some meds for that too. Score!). Very soon after my arrival yesterday, they gave me an Ativan tab to calm me, smeared the boob in question (the right one, nosey) with some numbing gel so I wouldn't feel the needles later, then gave me a fairly ouchy shot of some nice Demeral to make me even smooshier, then lots and lots of totally painless shots in the boobage to make everything totally numb. I was awake for the whole thing. Only problem is now I can't remember half of what was said. I remember talking to the doc about facial fillers and fat transfer but was it real or did I dream it? Grr. Oh well. I guess I'll bring it up when I talk to her at my next visit. Demerol is lovely, but it sure makes one's memory hazy. Damn. It also makes one pass out without putting in ones retainers or turning off ones hearing aid or saying goodnight to ones family. Apparently, Chris and Julia came upstairs last night to say goodnight and I'd already made off with the Sandman. Or in the case of Demerol, Señor COMA. Zzzzzzzzzzz

Anyway, today, I feel pretty good. The tape is, as usual, worse than the wound itself as I'm allergic to the adhesive. Itch itch. My upper left arm is pretty sore where the doc punched me with the demerol shot. But other than that, I'm good. Just took another vicodin. I may pass out again soon. Señor loves me, this I know.